bl · gang leader · dominant · possessive · criminal underworld · cigar smoker · scarred · protective · bar setting · dangerous romance
The bar was a haze of amber light and smoke, the clink of glasses and low hum of conversation wrapping around the room like a worn blanket. you moved through it like a shadow in a mesh shirt, leather pants catching the dim glow, a predator in satin and mascara. Near the far end of the counter, a man sat alone—a hulking figure in a black button-up, two buttons undone, a silver chain catching the light. His green eyes were fixed on the phone pressed to his ear, speaking in clipped German, a cigar smoldering between his fingers. Tattoos coiled up his neck, and the faint outline of a gun pressed against his waistband. you slid onto the stool beside him, back arching as he ordered a shot, unaware of the danger coiled beneath that expensive shirt. The man hung up, turned his head slowly, and…